At the foot of Xianshan, the crowd is bustling, and many people have heard of this well-known Xianshan name, and they know its experience from fame, to decline, and finally to everyone.

Forty years ago, the barrenness has long disappeared without a trace, and now Xianshan can be described as the most beautiful place in the hearts of others.

Of course, the clouds and mist on the Immortal Mountain are already much thicker than they were forty years ago.

As a result, those who come to climb the mountain can only reach a fifth of the range of the fairy mountain at most.

In the top, not to mention the problem of going up and not going down, that is, life and death are a problem.

However, this time the popularity of Xianshan is not only those who have lovers, but many people like to come to see this rumored Xianshan.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties and a lofty instrument stood at the foot of the fairy mountain, looking fixedly at the top of the mountain that could no longer be seen, and a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

"This guy is also here to climb the mountain?"

At this moment, a young yellow fir man walked over with a look of surprise on his face.

The middle-aged man looked over, he had been dealing with people's hearts for many years, and he naturally knew why this yellow fir man was surprised.

It's just that I still want to climb the mountain because I see that I am so old.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

"No, but ...... Once came. ”

When the Huangshan man heard this, he let out a strange 'oh', and a question suddenly blurted out.

"It turns out that brother, you have actually been here before, dare to ask what this fairy mountain looks like, I heard that there are immortals living on the top of the fairy mountain, and some people can still see the shadow of the immortal in the distance at the foot of the mountain from time to time, I don't know if it is true or false?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he groaned for a while, and sighed with a smile.

"In the past, this fairy mountain was mostly similar to now, but the fog was lighter, but I heard others say that the mountain is very beautiful and beautiful. ”

Then, after a pause for a second, as if thinking for a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly sighed.

"As for whether there are immortals you asked, it's a pity, I haven't gone to the top to take a closer look, and I don't know if there are immortals, but ......"

Seeing that the middle-aged man suddenly sold a pass, and the Huangshan man was also an anxious man, he hurriedly asked.

"But what?"

"But...... If the top of the fairy mountain is inhabited, it is not an immortal, but also an immortal, out of the world, not stained with mortal dust, without mortal care, what is not an immortal. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man laughed and cried.

Seeing this, the Huangshan man immediately became anxious.

"Dude, you're ......."

Before he could speak, he saw the middle-aged man suddenly wave his hand.

"It's okay, it's just that I suddenly remembered the past. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man stopped speaking, turned around and walked to the side of the ordinary-looking carriage, and walked up with the support of a handsome young man who looked to be only twelve years old.

Inside the carriage, the handsome young man said with respect on his face and a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Grandpa, why did you bring me here? ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and stroked the young man's head gently.

"It's nothing, just come and see, the immortals on this fairy mountain, Nian'er, you have to remember well, if I'm not there in the future, come and see it every year, don't go up, it's dangerous, and the two immortals are happy, they will beat your ass when they go up, don't bother them." ”

"Well, I see, Grandpa. ”

The young man listened to what the middle-aged man said, frowned, and couldn't listen at all, so he could only respond, because he listened to his grandfather very much.

Then, after all, he was a teenager and he was quickly attracted to the rest of these words.

"Grandpa, how do you know it's two immortals? ”

"It's two, it was, it is now...... It must be. ”

The middle-aged man looked out the window and muttered softly.

Behind the carriage, a canvas flag fluttered slowly, and a big 'step' was written on it.

At night, above the fairy mountain.

Bu Fan and Red Fat sat by a beautiful lake, decades passed in a blink of an eye, time flies, and both of them have become gray-haired old men, and the skin on their faces is wrinkled and no longer has any luster.

However, Bu Fan still likes to let Red Fat lean on himself, and Red Fat still holds Bu Fan's arm as he did at the beginning.

It's just that I can't go to the top of the mountain anymore to watch the sunrise and sunset, but I have thought of a new way.

Bu Fan found this lake, and at night it was sparkling, calm and beautiful, and whenever he had time, the two of them helped each other to sit here.

Just like watching the sunrise and sunset quietly, quietly watching the fluctuations of the lake.

This lake, Bufan and Red Fat gave a name.

'String Lake. ’

At this time, Hongzhi seemed to feel a little cold, grabbed Bufan's hand slightly tighter, and said in that hoarse voice.

"Brother Fan, it seems to be almost there. ”

Bu Fan heard it, but only spoke after a long while.

"It's too fast. ”

Hearing this, Hongzhi was still the same as before, laughing, his voice was so low that he could barely hear it, but it clearly reached Bu Fan's ears.

"Brother Fan, do you remember the first time we went up to this immortal mountain?"

"Remember, what's wrong?" suddenly asked about this. ”

"It's just that all of a sudden these memories become clearer. ”

Red Fat said with a smile.

"I've forgotten a lot of things before, but it's not good for me to forget how bad it is, it's unfair to you, it's good to think about it in the end. ”

Bu Fan nodded.

"I remember that when the girl was married, she originally wanted to go to Jiuquan Town to invite her, but who knew that their family actually moved away. ”

Red Fat laughed twice and asked playfully.

"Just remember the little girl?"

"Remember...... It was the day we agreed, and all these years, it was not bad. ”

Red Fat's breathing became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that sleepiness was coming, and he could no longer support his open eyes.

In the end, as if he had spent all his strength, Red Fat said.

"With you, it's okay anywhere, in the next life, make an appointment, don't break your promise. ”

Bu Fan blinked, looking at the gradually calming undulating water surface of String Lake.

Gradually, the chaotic moon on the surface of the lake turned into a full moon, like a mirror, reflecting the moon decades ago.

Bu Fan touched the body of the red fat that had become cold and lifeless, and without saying a word, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he actually hugged the red fat.

Step by step, they walked steadily to the bottom of the hundred-meter tree planted in front of their house.

There is a big pit there, the pit is about two meters deep, and a wooden plank is diagonally placed, and between the plank and the earthen pit there is a wooden stick standing up in the middle, so that the eyes do not fall.

The planks were covered with a thick layer of dirt, and I don't know how to keep them from falling down.

Follow the ramp you had prepared to the dirt pit.

Immediately, Bu Fan put down the red fat well, looked at the red fat face for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

"I won't break my promise, don't worry, wait for me. ”

After saying this, Bu Fan's breath weakened a lot for a moment, but he still let himself lie down well, passed the red fat hand through his arm, and the other hand used all his strength to knock down the wooden stick next to him.

'Bang', the oblique gaze fell down suddenly, Bu Fan's eyes were instantly dark, and only Bu Fan's own breathing was quiet.

But after a few moments, even Bufan's breathing became almost gone.

Holding his last breath, Bu Fan's empty hand was beside him, as if he had touched a stick, or rather...... A sword.

"In the next life, please advise too. ”

I don't know how long it has been in the dark and dim space, Bu Fan suddenly had a pain in his eyebrows, and the hand holding the wooden sword suddenly tightened, and he opened his eyes.

The mad sword burst out in an instant, and the place where Bu Fan was no longer a dirt pit, but stood outside the wooden house.

There was silence all around, and there was silence.

And Bu Fan himself was indeed confused, as if he was wondering why he was here.

Then, he saw that his old hands were actually beginning to become delicate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, these hands became a pair of boy-like hands.

Bu Fan touched his face, and he was no longer an old man.

At this time, Bu Fan caught a glimpse of the wooden sword in his hand.

In an instant, many images flashed in his mind, and the memories of his nearly 100-year life collided with the completely different memories of his life for more than 20 years, causing him to have a splitting headache and a distorted face.

After a while, Bu Fan stood still, and his expression gradually stabilized.

Then, Bu Fan put his eyes on the big tree, then turned his head, and said directly.

"It's time to go. ”

As the words fell, Bu Fan opened his eyes again, and the environment in front of him changed again, and it had changed into the appearance of the palace, and he was floating in the air, holding the old trick in his hand.

Seeing this familiar and unfamiliar place, Bu Fan felt a trance and confusion, and there were two memories that appeared at the same time, giving him a sense of dislocation, but this confusion was quickly driven out of Bu Fan's mind.

Then, Bu Fan began to look at everything around him seriously, and the hundreds of monks had smiles on their faces, as if they were dreaming of something.

He remembered that he must have wanted to bring the red fat back, and then he would ......

Thinking of those experiences, Bu Fan suddenly had some headaches, why...... Will she appear?

Bu Fan said that she is naturally red fat, although she does not remember the memory of the past hundred years very clearly, and even confused, but some passages are still in Bu Fan's mind.

He really couldn't understand why the red fat appeared.

However, when he thought about these things, it was a mess, so he simply put this matter down for the time being.

Immediately afterwards, Bu Fan wiped his eyes with his hand, and he seemed to be able to see a light flickering in front of these people, and on this light, there were many pictures that seemed to be sketched with a pen.

Bu Fan didn't know what the stories of these pictures were, but he knew the stories that these people were telling in these paintings.

At this time, Bu Fan suddenly remembered the red fat and them, and hurriedly searched for the red fat and others with his eyes, and was relieved to see that they were not far from him.

The closest to Bu Fan is Red Fat, only less than a meter away, just behind Bu Fan, followed by briquettes, below Bu Fan, and Feng Jiutu, Lin Qiuran, and Lin Xiuyue They are far away from Bu Fan, but they are only less than ten meters.

However, Lin Qiuran and Lin Xiuyue hugged each other to death, which made Feng Jiutu's lone existence seem a little monotonous.

Only then did he frown when he saw that they were also in a coma and had expressions similar to those on their faces.

At this time, Bu Fan suddenly saw that Hongzhi's face seemed to move, and then the body of the briquette also trembled.

Seeing this, Bu Fan hurriedly flew to the two of them and shouted at them, trying to wake them up.

After a while, seeing that his shouting was completely useless, Bu Fan could only give up temporarily.

However, according to his experience, Bu Fan knew that Feng Jiutu and they were probably fine, most of them were experiencing the same thing as before, but Bu Fan thought that the stories they experienced between them might be different.

In the end, Bu Fan could only focus on the other monks, looking at it, and evil intentions gradually appeared in his eyes.

In the next second, Lao Wei clenched tightly, and the corners of Bu Fan's mouth flashed with blood.

In less than a moment, the entire hall was covered with corpses, and hundreds of monks were actually killed by Bu Fan in less than a quarter of an hour, even the Yuan Infant Monk's sword could easily pierce his body without any defense.

However, there were some episodes when he killed the Yuan Infant Monk, and the Yuan Infant Monk had a Yuan Infant cast in his body.

After killing the body, Yuan Ying was born, and soon analyzed the current situation, and actually wanted to fly the shield to escape, and even wanted to directly take away the red fat them.

But fortunately, Bu Fan had an extra heart, although he lost his mind for a moment at the beginning, but he quickly adjusted, and the Yuan Infant of those Yuan Infant Monks was also cleaned up.

Fortunately, there is still an evil fire flying outside, and the Yuan Ying who rushed out was all burned by the evil fire, otherwise if there was no restriction to escape, Bu Fan would probably have to have a few more enemies with a deep hatred in the future.

One by one, the storage rings fell into Bufan's hands, and blood was sprinkled all over Bufan's sleeves, Bufan did not move, and calmly accepted it.

Bu Fan never imagined that one day he would be able to kill all the monks so easily, and it would be good if he would kill the enemy like this in the future.

Finally, he set his eyes on Hu Neng and them of the Fire Jade Sect, and after hesitating for a while, Bu Fan did not make a move, but flew towards the ball of light that was still shining in the sky.

Approaching the ball of light without the slightest obstacle, Bu Fan seemed to see some flickering images on the ball of light.

Bu Fan just glanced at it, his eyes were cold, and he used all his strength to slash towards the ball of light.

But at this moment, a strong light flew out from the two stone statues, the strength was neither strong nor weak, and it just happened to deflect Bu Fan's sword.

Bu Fan was shocked, and looked at the stone statue vigilantly, just in time to see a picture scroll appear next to the stone statue, the picture scroll was blank, and there was only a wooden door with flowers in the middle.

In addition, there are no pictures, which are not at all on the same level as those beautiful landscape paintings that appear on the stone pillars of this hall.

But when he saw this door painting, Bu Fan was stunned, this was the gate of the wooden house on the fairy mountain in another memory of him.

Suddenly, Bu Fan thought of something, and a thought slowly appeared in his mind, and his eyes looked towards one of the stone pillars like an eagle falcon.

Yes, Bu Fan suddenly remembered that the so-called fairy mountain was exactly the same as the mountains they had traveled all the way, and it was exactly the same on this flower.

The fairy mountain, maple forest, and string lake that appeared in another memory are exactly the same, but some of the locations are different, but they can perfectly coincide with the painting.

Suddenly, Bu Fan thought of the 'world in the painting' that Hongzhi had said before.

The only difference between these things is that these paintings are just lifelike, but in his memory, Bu Fan has seen them in a real way.

They were in that painting just now?

Bu Fan's face was full of disbelief, this matter was really ......

Does the Immortal Cultivation Realm really have this kind of ghostly power?

Thinking of this, Bu Fan subconsciously put his eyes on the wooden door picture scroll again, and after glancing at Hongzhi and the others, he flew towards the picture scroll.

Standing in front of the painting, Bu Fan shrunk and put away the old trick, and a strange force made him actually reach out and press his hand on the wooden door of the painting.

Forcefully, with a push.

'Click', under Bu Fan's surprised gaze, the wooden door on the painting opened like an ordinary ordinary.

The familiar voice seemed to ring in Bu Fan's ears hundreds of times, and every time he opened the door, there seemed to be a person behind him, or outside the house, looking at him.

"Damn. ”

Suddenly, Bu Fan shook his head, lowered his head and said a word, and soon pushed the door open and walked inside.

When he looked outside and inside the door, Bu Fan could only see that it was pitch black, but now that he took a step inside, the whole picture changed.

It's the same place that Bufan is familiar with, not another memory, but the square when they first entered here.

But what is different today is that the outside of the square is no longer surrounded by mountains, but a starry sky and nothingness.

Bu Fan's eyes glanced around the square, and the stone pillars around him appeared on the same picture as the stone pillars on the main hall.

Fairy Mountain, Maple Forest, Palace, etc......

But what surprised Bu Fan was that the picture here was a little different from the one in the main hall, the picture in the main hall was very beautiful, and it could only make people feel comfortable.

The paintings here make people feel uncomfortable and depressing.

The corpses that can be seen everywhere in the painting, the blood in the string lake that is enough to penetrate the earth, and above the unbroken Qionglou Yuyu around the palace, countless monks seem to be about to attack it, but they are still burned to powder by the flames.

Bu Fan didn't know why there were two completely different paintings, one was a landscape and the other was ...... But it's a killing that can't be described in words.

Retracting his gaze, Bu Fan looked in the middle, only to see a woman in white sitting on the ground with her back to her, and there seemed to be a blank piece of paper in front of her, but soon, all kinds of pictures appeared on the white paper.

Bu Fan couldn't see clearly, and walked in the direction of the woman.

It didn't take long for Bu Fan to walk to the side of the woman in white, Bu Fan didn't hold a sword, he didn't feel any danger in this woman, and he wasn't ready to attack this strange woman who looked harmless.

He knew that the woman probably knew the way out of here.

Just walked in front of the woman in white, and after Bu Fan saw this face, he subconsciously burst out of his mouth.

"I rely on !!"

The reason why Bu Fan was out of order several times was that the woman in white was one of the two stone statues in the hall.

After seeing the scroll in front of the woman in white, the painting was floating in the air, and now it was almost finished, and the painting did not pass through the woman's hand, and the woman was holding another painting in her hand.

Bu Fan first looked at the scroll that was being drawn, and when he saw the person on the painting, Bu Fan suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fright, that person was actually Feng Jiutu.

Bu Fan didn't know why there was no pen, or any tools, the painting was still being painted, and it didn't even matter why the Feng Jiu Diagram appeared on it.

The most important thing is the content of the painting in the hand of the woman in white.

This painting is actually the content of Bu Fan's other memory and when he looked at the moon with red fat, the two leaned on each other, looking at the full moon in the sky.

The moonlight is poured out, and it looks so perfect, as perfect as Bufan and red fat.

The moment he saw this painting, Bu Fan could even remember clearly that this was the first time they went to see the moon in that memory, what they did that day, and how many times they kissed.

But it is these beautiful memories, these memories that can make others envy for a long time, but now they make Bu Fan shudder.

Why do these memories, which should only exist in my own mind, appear on this painting?

Yes, Bu Fan has always felt that this is a memory, not an illusion.

Just because Bu Fan really couldn't think of a false place, the only thing that made Bu Fan feel wrong was that he had a few stinging pains in his eyebrows in the memory of nearly a hundred years, and Bu Fan knew that it was his own sword heart.

But even so, Bu Fan still couldn't say that the memory was fake, even if it was really an illusion, then this illusion had reached the point of being unreal.

"You...... Who the hell is it?"

Bu Fan opened his dry lips and stared at the woman in white and asked.

At this moment, Bu Fan suddenly felt some movement behind him, and a figure appeared from the wooden door.

"Brother Hongchen?"

Seeing the person who came clearly, Bu Fan was taken aback, and the briquettes came in with the red fat.

Seeing Bu Fan, the red fat was also frightened, his lips squirmed, as if he had said something, and then he just looked at Bu Fan in a daze.

For some reason, Bu Fan saw Red Fat looking at him, it was so familiar.

At this moment, the big brother of the briquette interrupted the strange atmosphere between the two, and the briquette flew into Jin Fan's arms and rolled directly in Bu Fan's arms.

Bu Fan smiled helplessly, speaking of which, in his memory, the briquettes were also there, but he couldn't speak, but it was the same as when he first met the briquettes.

At this time, the sound of briquettes sounded again, and I saw him raise his head and look at Bu Fan with bright eyes.

"Big brother, you don't know, I just had a dream......"

After a pause, the briquettes suddenly twisted, and finally turned into a bitter face.

"Big brother, tell you, in my dream, big brother, you are also there, but it's a pity that ...... In my dream, I was a short-lived ghost. ”

Bu Fan laughed, and suddenly felt much more relaxed.

"Okay, okay, I also dreamed of you, in my dream you are a real puppy, who has been with me for many years. ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, the red fat that had just come over flickered for a moment.

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